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A week’s time passed after the lunch incident where Bakugo, Jiro, and Ashido had been called out for their not-actual-threesome-threesome. Bakugo had practically all but forgotten about it, mostly since Jiro and Kaminari kept sneakily giving each other hearteyes across the classroom. Nobody really brought it up until the blond decided he needed to talk to Todoroki about some things in the latter’s bedroom.
“Hey.” Bakugo let himself in after a few knocks. “I was wondering if everything’s ok. I know schools been kinda crazy and I- Todoroki?”
Todoroki was sitting at his stupid little table in the corner of his room, looking like a pissed off dad who’s daughter came home late from a party and didn’t call. “ Hey ?” The boy spat back.
Bakugo squinted. “Did I fucking miss something?”
The other shuffled in his seat, arms crossed and a borderline murderous scowl on his face.
“ Well ?!” Bakugo hissed back, impatience kicking in. “Why do you looked so pressed?”
“Are you seriously going to ask that?” Todoroki stood up.
It was the blond’s turn to cross his arms. “Look I’m not a fuckin mind reader, dude. So come out and say whatever’s got you heated for!”
Todoroki paused. His lips tightened as he glared at the Japanese floor he had installed.
“I think we should end this.” The taller said sternly.
Bakugo pursed his lips in confusion. “So, ... you want to... fake break up?”
“I suppose that’s what you could call it.” Todoroki nodded. “Yes.”
“Oh.” The blond stood in genuine confusion. He didn’t think he’d done anything wrong recently. And more importantly, the media seemed to be eating it up enough to believe them; same with their friends. “Is there a problem?” Bakugo voiced his confusion.
The other shook his head with his hands crossed. “There’s no problem.”
“You don’t sound -“
“I just think we’ve done this long enough for everyone to believe I’m gay. I don’t need your services any longer.” Todoroki cut him off.
“Servi-“ Bakugo flinched as he cut himself off before Todoroki could. “Yeah, fine, ok. Whatever. I have to go study, see yah.”
Bakugo made haste to the door and quickly shut it behind him with a little too much strength. Oh well. Todoroki couldn’t be too much of an idiot to not read the mood. He had to of known Bakugo was pissed. At least, the blond assumed he would.
Bakugo stomped down each flight of stairs with a murderous scowl. Whatever, Todoroki could be emo all he wanted. That didn’t have to affect Bakugo. Not in the slightest. He’d get over it. He’d get over it.
~•*•~
Bakugo didn’t think they’d have to plan out this ‘breakup’, he ignorantly believed the two could just be seen around school not holding hands or shmoozing it up and UA (and the press) would just... figure it out.
I mean, that’s how the two got together, so it shouldn’t be any different for them breaking up. How dumb of Bakugo to go the simple man route. How carelessly blind he was to proper breaking-up-etiquette. Smite him for fucks sake.
The next day, after the both had been so obviously avoiding each other after Todoroki’s temper tantrum, said boy hit Bakugo with unprompted news the second the class got into the dorm’s lounge.
Todoroki nudged the blond out of the doorframe and Bakugo growled.
“What the fuck’s your problem?!” Bakugo rolled his shoulder.
Todoroki kept walking until he reached the center of the room, right in between the two large couches. He turned on his heels, chocked his head to the side and folded his arms over his chest. “My problem?”
Bakugo would’ve swore he’d seen an puff of cold air swirl out of Todoroki’s mouth from how cold and detached he sounded. The blond straightened his posture with his head back, glaring down his opponent.
This was just like the fight they had during their tournament. Only now, Bakugo feels as though this win will be more bitter-sweet than the last.
“Yes! Your problem?”
They drew a crowd. Todoroki noticed. In fact, he wanted this.
Bakugo saw his eyes searching. Multi colored pupils flicking back and forth through the crowd. They stopped. He found it. It meaning them .
Bakugo’s friends trailed through the door. One after another like toy soldiers.
Bakugo flailed his nostrils. Petty bitch.
“The problem is you don’t even know what the problem is.” Todoroki spoke.
The blond’s head rattled with a twitch. “Stop speaking in riddles, jackass. Spit it out.”
The other boys chin turned up. “I’m breaking up with you.”
Bakugo closed his eyes for just half a second. He flexed his hands into fists at his side. So this is what this all was. Get a crowd. Make a scene. Let nothing left for questioning.
This was all for show Bakugo had to remind himself. Todoroki was doing this to prove something to his fuckfaced Dad. There never was a relationship. Todoroki was gay and the world knew. That was the end of discussion. The asshole didn’t want another season of this terrible version of The Batchelor to ruin his life. Todoroki didn’t want to date anyone. Well fine. Bakugo would have no problem making sure that happened.
Bakugo pulled out everything he had learned in those stupid acting classes his mom made him take when he was like six. She wanted to raise a little movie star. Well thank you Mother for raising such an adorable little menace.
Todoroki wanted a breakup. Bakugo would deliver.
The silence grew thick as the crowd awaited Bakugo’s kicking and screaming. It never came.
The first rule of acting with improve as told by Bakugo’s Acting 101 teacher: Never lie when speaking with emotions, stretch the truth as far as you want, but never lie. Because people don’t believe in crocodile tears.
“So that’s it, huh? After everything.” Bakugo let his voice waver. Crying would be too much. He has an image too keep up if anything.
Todoroki’s scowl changed into something less angry, but with just as many creases denting his skin. “Everything?” He parroted back.
“What was this to you?!” The blond let his hands run free. “Was this all just for show?!”
Bingo.
Todoroki’s nostrils flared. That deep scowl coming back. “Bakugo, enough. Please.”
Bakugo would like to think Todoroki was truly trying to beg him to stop. Stop him from dampening his reputation, or whatever. If you ask him, Bakugo was only doing Todoroki a favor really.
“Why should I? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?” Of course that last part would have the rest of the class scraping their heads. Maybe some would have caught on to the couple from the beginning, swearing Bakugo was implying this was all an act for whatever reason. Maybe others assumed it was for sex, or just the trophy of popping Bakugo’s cherry.... if that was even a thing people in his class discussed. Maybe it was to ‘tame the beast’ sort-of-speech. Where as everyone believed Bakugo couldn’t be touched. Even by a five foot pole.
Whatever. The blond would leave the room guessing. It was better that way. At least, for tabloids sake.
“Katsuki.”
“No, you don’t get to call me that!”
Bakugo hoped Aizawa, or anyone for that matter, didn’t come rushing because of their screaming match. He’d hoped they just were accustomed to the blond’s ‘temper-tantrums’ and bitchfits that they’d give this a few more minutes and then finally stick their noses in to see if he was alive.
Before anyone else decided to do anything Bakugo decided it was time to dip.
“I’m fucking out of here.” He sneered, while making haste to his room.
Heavy footsteps could be heard jogging up the the blond’s back. Kirishima. As much as Bakugo (secretly) appreciated the red-head’s love and support, he didn’t really feel like talking to anyone. All the acting didn’t really feel too much like acting; it was beginning to settle in a way the blond hadn’t predicted.
Kirishima’s palm halted the blond’s progress on the top of the flight of stairs. Bakugo couldn’t help himself by turning around and looking at his friend’s confused face. No words were exchanged as Ashido’s face pocked out from the bottom of the stairs. The burning sensation started to sting Bakugo’s eyes. He didn’t realize he started crying.
“Oh, Honey...” Ashido gently caught up to the two boys and pulled Bakugo’s hand into hers. She let her thumb rub over his knuckles, their matching black fingernails interlocked with one another. “You really are breaking up, huh?”
Kirishima made a sour look at her. “Am I missing something. Were they not dating?” Kirishima looked back at his best friend’s tired eyes. “Wait. Really.”
“Come on. We’ll talk about it in his room.”
~•*•~
Bakugo doesn’t like to get others in trouble. He doesn’t like to be in trouble for his own doings, never mind getting others in trouble for what he had done. So when the self-proclaimed ‘Bakusquad’ all but ignored and hated Todoroki, well, Bakugo wasn’t keen on that.
“Look at him, walking around like he’s hot shit.” Kaminari glared daggers over Bakugo’s shoulder at lunch.
“He’s hot alright. Hot and ugly.” Sero have a high-five to the blond boy next to him.
Bakugo didn’t even have the energy to explain what an oxymoron was to the two dumbasses. Emphasis on moron. He just simply shook his head and prayed that all of this would blow over.
It didn’t.
Bakugo attempted to enjoy his weekend off from school the following day after the whole affair blew over at school. Anything that got his friends away from Todoroki was a win for him. The six of them all headed out to the convince store to pick up some supplies for dinner that Bakugo was so nicely going to make for them. Cooking was relaxing... for the most part. So when Ashido suggested he cooked them up something and they’d pick up the tab, well, Bakugo couldn’t let that opportunity slide.
Ashido and Jiro (read: mostly Ashido) insisted they shop around the local stores before even stepping foot into the grocery store. The boys didn’t mind, it was quite funny watching the girls force the lot of them try on stupid hats. Or even the one time Jiro bought a shit ton of colorful string and they all had made matching bracelets on Sero’s dorm floor with ugly beads and sparkly yarn. Bakugo kept his pinned on his cork board in his room he didn’t let the others see.
Ashido tugged Bakugo to the nail polish section. She had this dumb thing where she had to open the bottles to “look at the colors, Bakugo!” Which, the bottles were made out of glass, so you could see the colors. Bakugo digresses.
“Ah! You’re Katsuki Bakugo aren’t ‘cha!” An annoying female voice that was far more annoying than Ashido’s on a good day could be heard some where off behind the two of them.
Bakugo pursed his lips and pretended not to hear her. Whatever- or rather, whomever- they were, they could take the hint.
Hint not taken, or completely ignored, the woman’s high, high heels could be heard echoing closer. Bakugo put down the black nail polish with purple flexes in it. Ashido hadn’t turned around either and was staring up at him with a saddened expression. She looked just as tired as he’d felt.
With a lazy twirl Bakugo turned to the woman with a microphone in her hand and a giant camera with a tiny man attached following quickly behind.
Her red-red lipstick parted to show off her very white veneers. Bakugo was impressed she hadn’t smeared her lipstick all over them.
“Wow, it’s so great to finally meet yah in person. I’m with HR-30 News!” Bakugo immediately zoned out to whatever ego-filled, self introduction she was giving.
“No.” Bakugo hissed and moved the microphone with the back of his hand. He started walking away to no particular direction. Away was the goal here.
“Ah!” The woman’s heels scuffed across the tiled floor to catch up him. He cringed internally at the scraping sound she made with her annoying shoes. “Please, I just have a few questions.”
“I could care less, ma’am.” He stated over his shoulder.
The woman caught up to him. He wasn’t really running away to begin with.
“Why did you and Shoto Todoroki break up?”
“It’s been like... three days.” Bakugo gave an unimpressed look. He wasn’t even mad, he knew she was going to ask this, he was just floored news really spread that fast.
“Great!” She visibly shook her fisted hand with glee. “So, on the record, you and Shoto officially broke up.”
“Sure, whatever pays your bills lady.” He shrugged.
Her red lips smacked together. “Come on now! I’m sure you feel some type of way about the break up?”
“Babe, are these people harassing you?!” Mina sashayed over. She had the black polish with purple flexes Bakugo originally was looking at. He hopes she’d buy it because it would look really good on Jiro.
“Oh my!” News-reporter-gossip-lady clapped her hands over the mic in her hands. The audio team must hate her. “Are you already seeing someone else, Katsuki?”
“Mina. Mina Ashido.” Said girl flipped her hair dramatically. “Leo, Blood Type AB, yes this is my natural hair color, 5’3, and I’m allergic to rats!”
Before Bakugo could interject, Kaminari waltzed over and wrapped an arm around him. “Actually, this may come as a shock, but I’m actually dating Katsuki.”
“Oh! Of course, and who might you be?”
“Let it be known, that I- Eijiro Kirishima- am actually the current fiancé of one Katsuki Bakugo.” The redhead said whilst grabbing and kissing Bakugo’s palm. Had it not been kinda hilarious, the blond might have swatted at him.
Sero draped his arms over Bakugo’s neck and kissed his cheek. “Actually, Katsuki is my wife so-“
“I’m pregnant with Katsuki Bakugo’s sextuplets.” Jiro stated boredly into the camera that was magically still filming.
With a snarl, the woman twirled away with her camera crew in tow. Bakugo prayed that wouldn’t be on the news but rather some trashy YouTube drama channel so he could watch that exchange back at least sixteen more times.
Even though it had been less than a week, Bakugo didn’t feel that different. His friends had been nothing but uplifting. Some parts more smothering than anything. Regardless, he was enjoying himself and not even thinking about Shoto Todoroki, even when a news reporter held a camera to his face and asked him how he felt. To be honest, he felt great.